Departure Lounge Songtext
von British India

Deluxe home
The freeway, the car takes me home
The flat tapes
The narrow and every hour goes slow

You color your hair
We are departing parting parting next year
We are departing parting parting next year

Do you still think of me?
Do you ever wish I could hear you breathe?
Was October alone?
Did you spend December wishin′ you were home?

The color of stars
We are departing parting parting there, oh
We are departing

Are you falling asleep?
As you wait for the shapes to catch your dreams?
I could drive for a week
You could make up a place where we could meet


Driving all night
We are departing parting parting day light
We are departing

All these childhood streets
All these initials written in concrete
They mean nothing to me
I could watch it all bleed into the sea

I'm tied to the wheel
We are departing parting parting next year
We are departing parting parting next year

The color of stars
We are departing parting parting there, oh
We are departing

We brought back
The airport over the city
We′re not here
We're nowhere, we're feathers on the breeze

Color your hair
We are departing parting parting next year
We are departing parting parting next year


And you never look back
And you never look back
And you never look back

And you never look back
And you never look back
And you never look back

And you never look back
And you never look back
And you never look back

And you never look back
And you never look back
And you never look back

And you never look back
And you never look back
And you never look back

And you never look back
And you never look back
And you never look back